Nightmares can be really scary! Maybe to some people, nightmares are about ghost haunting stories that infest the mind, with gruesome monsters prowling the streets. But in my case, it is not! Extended over 2 consecutive nights, I am worried that something is bothering me so badly that my mind has no rest. When we sleep, it is not a good thing if we experience dreams. I want to talk about my dream as I believe that by talking about it, the likelihood of it happening will be halved.
Night 1 Dream 1
Driving along the road with a friend beside me. As I was meandering down a slope, the brakes suddenly stopped working. I had absolutely no control of the car at this stage. As I was frantically trying to pump the brakes, I crashed into a tree. The crash happened at night.
**The pain that is physical enough to have killed me.
Night 2 Dream 2
The worst installment and hopefully the last installment happened in a car as well. This time, I was driving along little India. As I was cruising my car along the deserted road, I realised something was amiss. But I still very much wanted to be on the road. Being a new driver and all, I just loved the fact that that are no irritating taxi drivers and inconsiderate drivers around. Suddenly it made sense as to why there were hardly any other cars around. There were police cars all over. Argh! And the Indians were attacking each other plus the policemen. Goodness! I was embroiled in a possible riot. The Indians were holding onto battons and Parangs. I was so frightened. Holding on hard to the steering, I was driving at a considerably slow speed. Everything suddenly seemed to be like in slow motion. People spewing blood on the car and such. I knew I had to stay calm.
Noticing some people still shopping on the side amazed me. And I wonder where they gathered the courage, and as I passed a fruit stall I saw BT buying durians there. I was so worried, I pulled over! I went down and asked what he was doing here. To cut the story short, I told him I would give him a lift back. So weird, coz I did not even asked if he was driving that day. And I went back into the car to wait for him.
The next image that greeted me was painful enough to have killed me.....